Dear NYC,

This my first letter to you in this lovely journal that gram bought me. She says that writing letters to the one you miss might help to ease the void so expect to hear from me often.
This town is ass. There's hardly ever anyone on campus and everything closes early. I could run through campus booty naked and no one be the wiser. I have once actually. I was looking for the rush. But I just found myself cold naked and alone....There is no clubbing until 5am here and the grabbing cappucino at Roxy's on our way to class. There are no street malls or subway shows. I can't get a hot dog on the corner of first and anything. No poetry night at Nuyorican. Or sneaking out to party with the "gangsters" in south Bronx, bedford-stuyvesant Brooklyn, or uptown Harlem. I can't dine in SOHO and shop in Manhattan. I miss Danity, Bren, Fiona, and Paige and there is someone else but I can't remember. But most of all New York. I miss you....all of you! I think I'll cry myself to sleep now.